Whenever I visit Paris
I expect to see
Naked women
In my feverish
Dreams
I am a poet
Mute and blind
Gutter hidden
Burning with hate
In this tropical city
Charles des Ombres
Whenever I visit Paris
I expect to see
Naked women
In my feverish
Dreams
I am a poet
Mute and blind
Gutter hidden
Burning with hate
In this tropical city
Charles des Ombres